Wisdom Chosen

Semi-private Princess Z.elda rp blog by Pumpkin.

I will rp in all timelines. Downfall included. All art is from manwha I like that fit a vibe. I read way too much of it when bored at work. Primarily I use A.thanasia from Who M.ade me a Pr.incess for younger Z.elda, and Y.uri from B.eware the V.illainess for adult Zelda. Variable activity depending on how busy work is. I do not have discord. I do not have fancy graphics. I do not have time to make them. I am dash only. Mainly just cause I can't be assed to bother with a fancy theme.

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"...So, you're a knight? Were you in service to my father?" Zelda raised an eyebrow. She had been convinced all the members of her father's old guard had been killed in the coup seven years ago, but it seemed not. She supposed it was impossible to know who had survive the siege seven years ago. However, she had to be on her guard. Her father had not been a good man, and he'd been an even worse ruler. Many ministers from her father's reign continued to cause problems believing that she was as easy to manipulate as her father had been.

There was much to be learned in this Era or Timeline far removed from her own, and to make the most of her nebulous situation, Zelda had taken to traveling. It was something she'd always wanted to do, and this Era seemed to offer her just that. The former queen couldn't quite figure out if she'd been flung into the future, the past, or another timeline entirely, but in this place she was neither a princess nor a failed queen.

She was simply a lone girl traveling to learn of the world on a whim.

Her travels had taken her towards the Gerudo Desert-- an exciting prospect. After all, in her own time the Gerudo had been reduced to little more than outlaws, but here they had a thriving culture, town-- a society that had not existed in her own time. She wanted to see this unfamiliar Hyrule for herself.

"Phew..." Zelda sat in the shade of a cliff. The desert sun was just as brutal as she remembered when traveling the Haunted Wasteland of her own Hyrule. Pointed ears twitch as she hears the slightest sound of a pebble rolling across the stone.

When Zelda's vision flashed white with Ganondorf's sealing, she hadn't expected to wake up in a strange and alien version of Hyrule. Everything she knew seemed to no longer exist, and yet for as much as things changed-- they stayed the same.

She awoke in front of the statue of Hylia in the Temple of Time-- that hadn't always been there-- where was the Door of Time? The young queen hoisted herself up, the mark on the back of her hand was blazing hot. Had this been the Triforce's doing? This was certainly Hyrule, but...

"--Ah!" Her senses are coming back to her. There was a young woman standing in front of her, and she could see a knight standing in the background, hand grasped on the hilt of what is surely the master sword! There's no way! She had watched Link fall! How could he be here?!

Quickly, Zelda hoists herself upward, her gown is a tattered mess. Bloody and grimey, and scorched. There was no hiding the sigil of the Royal Family etched into the dress either.